MORNING! Aye fella! .. the indisputable light on your saliva drooling face … where has it all dried? … on the nose ? … at the contortions of the lips ? .. or lost somewhere in the web --- pages of memory ? … so many questions to a Singular fella … then the sufi whirling .. round and round you go! .. on your own two feet .. no need of that DAMNED merry – go – around… you become the axis and you become the sun .. no god fucking moon required for its shady reedy light … like the hands of the clock you Tick .. LITERALLY in the corporate sense! Dubious are you now fella? What fun it is to be all the nine planets at the same time? Same instance! Deprivation of the moon … but the stars jolly well shed their pea light any way .. what with your white frock starched like your grandma’s hair going higher above your ankles and till your knees like those circular cloth movers in Rajasthan and Dubai? You don’t need to know a Paulo or a Rumi in order to say that aye! I can whirl .. and whirl with all my might u see! .. refractions and retractions … You are your own mirror and mirrors … You are the prism reflecting your black light … your white light ..
YOUR GREY LIGHT! So human the Light ( so mythical the BLACK)
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